A/N Heyy this is my second chapter. Hope you like it. There is some Joker in this scene :] lol

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Disclaimer: I dont own twilight or the Joker, and yes i have an idea on how to change that fact. :p

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I decided to walk Edward to his class for a change, before heading to mine. My class was on the other side of the school but I made it in time like I knew I would.

The door was closed when I arrived, and the rest of the students were waiting outside the room. After about five minutes they started to get impatient, so they just opened the door and walked right in. No one found it strange that there seemed to be no teacher in sight.

I knew, at that moment, that something wasn't right.

The door opened and I was hit with a wave of hunger and a vicious burning in my throat. Automatically, I stopped breathing and looked around for the mouth- watering scent that was currently piercing my throat, but I found none.

Carefully, I walked over to the desk, but found that the chair was turned the other way. It was one of those big desk chairs you see in detective movies, where someone could be sitting in it but the chair was just too big to ever really notice.

I still hadn't taken a single breath and was starting to feel empty without air, but was also afraid to lat in that intoxicating scent. The students all around me just got into there seats, as if this was normal behavior for the teacher. Maybe it was.

If I was going to let the teacher know I was new here, I would have to speak up. Meaning I would have to take a breath to conjure up my voice.

Everything seemed safe so I took in a quick breath, still feeling the deep burning in my throat. This time it felt worse. I almost choked on the venom seeping into my mouth, and it the scent was so strong that there should have been blood everywhere.

I grabbed hold of the desk in front of me very firmly. I heard a crack and looked down to where my hands were on the verge of breaking the wood so I slowly released them.

I mustered up my voice and spoke. " Hello, I'm Bella Cullen, I'm new here,"

Silence.

I tried again. " Um, well I was just wondering what you wanted me to do."

Still nothing.

A feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that there was something not right about this so I followed my instinct. I lightly touched the chair and pushed it around so the front of the chair was facing me.

I froze, along with, I'm sure, everyone else in the room. I wasn't quite sure though. The only thing I could think about was the blood. How good it looked. How great it would taste.

In the chair was a body. A dead body, covered in blood. He was a small man in his forties, with dark graying hair and small eyes. There was a bullet hole in his chest seeping blood. How could one person have so much blood? But that wasn't the most gruesome part.

There was a bloody carving on his face, giving him an everlasting smile.

Just looking at him sent chills through my body both from the brutality but also from the aching pain in my throat making me want to drain the rest of blood from him.

All around me kids were screaming. I faintly heard one say he was going down to the office to call the police and he left, but didn't get very far. I heard screams coming from the hall and my head snapped up.

This was the first time I looked around the room and I mentally slapped myself for not doing so sooner. Parts of the room were covered with darkness because not all the lights were on, but I could see into them.

Hidden in the corners of the room were men in, what looked like clown masks. Then I heard shuffling in the hallway. A minute later two more men in clown masks and large guns entered the room, blocking off the only two doors. The rest of the students were in a panic, huddling into the corners when the other three men emerged.

There were more screams but they instantly died when a man in a purple suit walked into the room laughing maniacally.

He had on a mask as well, only it was face paint. Not an actual plastic mask. I could also see the blood red scars etched into his face giving him an eternal smile. The rest of his face was white, other than the black surrounding his eyes.

Then it clicked. This man was the Joker.

I had heard about the Joker a few times on the news. It wasn't a big story back in Forks seeing as Gotham City was so far away, and Forks was such a small town. But from what I heard the Joker was a mass murdering freak who killed for amusement. He had been caught and thrown into Arkham last time I heard.

But right now he wasn't in Arkham, he was in Gotham High, in my English class.

I tried to take another breath but was hit with another wave a vicious hunger and almost fell to the ground in pain. The Joker was making his way to the middle of the room when he pulled out his signature knife from his pocket.

At this time I was going over strategies to get out of here and save everyone without actually killing anyone. I wasn't ready for that. I wouldn't be able to take someone's life, even if they deserved it a hundred times over.

The Joker must not have noticed me because when he spoke he spoke to the group of kids who were crouched in the corner.

" Why, hello there." he giggled to himself and continued. " How are you all this fine morning? Hm? Well me, I'm just peachy." he smiled even more than I thought possible and his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips.

He continued to walk around the small crowd of people and even weaved in and out of it at times.

I just stood by the desk frozen in shock. I then thought about my family. Where they okay? Where were they? Did anyone else know about what was happening?

These questions ran through my head as I suddenly got an idea.

This room may be quite a ways away from Edward but it was close enough for him to read my mind. If I could let my guard down he would hear me and would know exactly what to do, but that required strength. Strength I didn't have at the moment.

Even under perfect circumstances I had a hard time lifting my shield. It took mass amounts of concentration and power. And at this moment I was lacking both those things. Also, every other time I had succeeded in lowering my shield I had been with Edward. He had helped me and now all I had was a deranged clown.

The Joker had made his way through the students after these few seconds of me devising up a plan and he turned toward me. A caught I glimpse of shock on his face when he saw me. It was very brief, I barely caught it which meant no-one else did.

" And who.. Are.. You.. doll face? Hm?" He walked towards me slowly and I had so many things I wanted to say to him, but I refrained from saying such things in case he got angry and tried to kill me. It obviously wouldn't work and my cover, along with the rest of the family's, would be blown.

Instead, I used the last of my air supply, and spoke. " I'm Bella Hale."

" Hmm. Bella. I like that name." he growled the last four words as he rushed my way, slamming me into the desk behind me.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and held the knife to my cheek. The feeling of the cold silver by my mouth was not frightening nor was it uncomfortable. But im sure for anyone else it would have been the scariest thing in the world. Also, the hair he was yanking on did nothing to me. It almost felt comfortable. Almost.

The Joker seemed taken back by all the calmness coming from me and that made him angry. Really angry. He pushed the blade into my mouth and started laughing, but it didn't each his eyes. They were still filled with anger.

" So, doll face, why so serious?" he looked into my eyes as he spoke and it made it hard to concentrate. Everything I had planned had gone out the window as his eyes pierced through mine.

The room had grown silent and everyone was waiting for my response. I tried swallowing back the venom salivating my mouth and took and unsteady breath.

The burning was lessening but I knew my resolve would fade very soon if I had to see or smell anymore blood. This was not what I had expected at all. Of all the people I could run into, it just had to be the Joker.

" Whatever do you mean?" I asked as innocently as possible. Even giving him that baby doll face. The same one Renesmee always gave me. It never worked but maybe for him it would.

He laughed at this and backed away leaning over and grabbing his knees. When he spoke he was swinging his knife around like it was some kind of baton motioning for me to come forward.

I took an unsteady step towards him and zeroed in on the fact that he was facing the opposite direction.

His voice had gone back to its normal tone and I could see he had his hand outstretched towards me, but wasn't facing me. This was my chance.

As he spoke I quietly made my way to a desk where one of his goons had left there gone. How careless.

" Your probably all wondering why I'm, uh, here. Well ill tell ya-" by now I had made my way right behind him holding the gun in my right hand. My plan was to hit him over the head just hard enough to knock him out, but not to kill him. The things was, I had never done this before. I didn't really know how much was too much when it came to humans. The only other humans I had interacted with since being changed was Charlie and Jacob.

I had never had to make contact with Charlie other than to hug him, and well Jacob was a werewolf, making him fairly durable when it came to us vampires.

My plan was currently going smoothly when the Joker suddenly turned around. He looked up at my arm and then back at me smiling.

He went to grab my hand, but I was quicker, and I hit him right on the forehead fairly hard. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, but I could still his heart beating, meaning I hadn't killed him.

I looked up from the unconscious Joker lying at my feet and couldn't help but laugh. How Ironic.

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